dearoldlove:

I still wonder what you wished for on that shooting star, because it sure as hell wasn’t me.

dearoldlove:

Remember when you said “I’m sorry”? Yeah, me neither.

Oh and you’re going to die alone, I hope that’s what makes you happy.

I realize now that there isn’t a damn thing I can do about anything. Everything is so futile and still all I wish is to be able to make you happy. Essentially I am fucked in the head and you are a complete bitch for the way you treated me. I still don’t even blame you though I should, you are young, stupid, and clearly unbalanced but I will still love with all my heart you until the day I die.

Why can’t you be the part of me that’s missing? Instead of leaving me for some other, say we’re perfect for each-other and I know we won’t go spend this life alone.

All alone at the end of the of the evening
And the bright lights have faded to blue
I was thinking ’bout a woman who might have
Loved me and I never knew

I still keep Friday night open if you want to start again. They say the third time’s a charm.